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-= power to the cheese =- Your heart is not open so I must go The spell has been broken, I loved you so Freedom comes when you learn to let go Creation comes when you learn to say no You were my lesson I had to learn I was your fortress you had to burn Pain is a warning that something's wrong I pray to God that it won't be long I wanna go higher There's nothing left to try There's no place left to hide There's no greater power Than the power of good-bye Your heart is not open so I must go The spell has been broken, I loved you so You were my lesson I had to learn I was your fortress There's nothing left to lose There's no more heart to bruise There's no greater power Than the power of good-bye Learn to say good-bye I yearn to say good-bye This was written at 12:45 pm on Tuesday, April 24 -= done and dusty =- The last few weeks of school was a rather weird one for more reasons than one. We suddenly noticed a change of character in one of our classmates. Shall not go into detail. Cos it was a really dumb thing. Hah. Somehow, the exams made the class come together. Suddenly, everyone was talking to everyone. Not that I'm complaining or anything. But yeah, I guess it takes some kind of a crisis to get people together. Exams went pretty well. Except for one. Software Engineering. Argh. Bought my first t-shirt in 2 years. Got some assistance in getting it ordered from overseas. Gotta say the shipping and handling killed me. US$12 for the service tax. That's like 6 mee gorengs man. Sometimes it just puzzles me how people can be so oblivious and be relating the same thing that they are oblivious to with stuff that should be of little or less concern. Some tongue twister eh? Hah. Oh well. I'm not perfect. So are they. But I'm having trouble sleeping. Are they? Hmmmm... Goodnight. This was written at 2:31 am on Friday, April 13 -= dodgeball =- It's 2.04 in the morning. 99.5 FM on the radio and a cup of passionfruit tea. Notes in front of me. Somehow. It feels good. This was written at 2:04 am on Wednesday, April 4 |
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